The background: We had a few (actually, a lot of) responses to our New Band of the Day No 1,279 in May, when we wrote about Floridian rapper Kitty Pryde, mainly of the, "Yeah, whatever – really, though, you should check out Kilo Kish" variety. Five months later, we're doing exactly that. And we're impressed, although there is less of the sweetly scabrous attitude that had us calling Pryde "Tyler Swift". Luckily, the smeary, bleary space-crunk is in full effect, as is the Neptunes worship: if Pharrell Williams was a 22-year-old female Brooklynite originally from Orlando (must be something in Florida's water), he'd sound something like Lakisha Robinson, aka Kilo Kish.

Funnily – or oddly (make that Oddly) – enough, it's Kish, not Pryde (who had to content herself with Twitter props from Earl Sweatshirt) who has been working with some of Tyler, the Creator's Wolf Gang: Syd tha Kid, Matt Martians, Hal Williams, Vince Staples – those individuals from OF's orbit responsible for the swirly, jazzy future muzak; basically, the characters who comprise the Internet (Kish returned the favour when she appeared on their Purple Naked Ladies LP).

Kilo Kish stays true to the dirty south fascination for all things fantastical and futuristic. Throughout her HomeSchool EP, produced by Syd and crew, the mood is giddily mellifluous, all warped synth whorls over which Kish breathily, distractedly sing-raps like a female Drake in space. In one of her videos, she is found floating somewhere dark and far from Earth, the idea to signal that she is a sister from another planet. On the single Navy, the sci-fi imagery ("Give me a Martian name … Galaxy crusader … starlight … endless flight … solar system … deep space") is rife, as it has been in much urban music since disco.

Kish rarely deviates from this spaced-out mode, and it's not clear what it means to her: an escape from reality? The sometime textile designer and artist doesn't appear to have endured too much hardship in her young life, although in a 17-page feature on her in Complex, she does allude to an absentee father and an invalid mother. And it's rare on HomeSchool that her skippy, trippy tone is infused with anything suggestive of hidden torment. There is nothing remotely approaching the snarkiness of Pryde, let alone the sulfurous unpleasantness of Tyler. On Tb70ft she coos, "I plan to make your brain explode … I'm so motherfucking hard", but it's on the lysergic R&B of Julienne that she makes her sole detour into OF's torture chamber, when she takes revenge on a lover by cutting off his face.

Apart from this, the only controversies surrounding Kish remain the title of the first song she ever wrote (Ooo, Nigga, Ooo) and the questionable quality of her "flow". As one respondent to the Complex piece wrote of her: "Seriously, WHY does this chick have an article on Complex about her? She is SO utterly talentless it's ridiculous. She cannot rap, she doesn't even sound good." We like the meandering, almost boho-beat wooziness of her delivery and the attendant drugged-out jazz-funk, but we do worry – perhaps controversially – that without the sinister subterfuge of her (mostly) male counterparts, all this wispy wistfulness might make listeners drift off.

The buzz: "Kilo Kish brings a heavy Kendrick Lamar/Ab-Soul vibe to her new space-funk single Navy" – Stereogum.